The last dance was with the graduating Seniors and the head dance instructor, the owner of the studio. Many of the girls going off to college had been...with the instructor since they, themselves, were the cute 4 and 5-year-olds, a few of them accepting assistant roles with the nearly three dozen different dance classes.Collette was one of them. She had started dancing almost as soon as she could walk, and her parents had enrolled her into classes as soon as it was feasible. After that, there was. She doesn't have thelook of a retarded teenager who is incapable of learning anything. Sheindeed picks up things as rapidly as any other two-year-old. The onlyproblem is that she forgets what she has learned while sleeping. Everyday is a new day for her and she'll never progresses in mental orpsychological age. They get government help to pay for food and rentlike any other single mother with young children although they aren'tclassified that way. Regardless of their appearance and their. But the man held the sari in between her ass and his crotch and with his free hand pressed her boobs hard. It was enough to freeze her. Seema was too nervous and tense to say or do anything.From above, her sari looked normal but if one looked further below, one could see her sari had been pulled up till her ass, exposing her thighs and even a bit of her buttocks. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams, my wife semi-naked like this in a bus and being fingered by a stranger, an ugly mean looking. I felt myself tensing for another blow, but it did not come. Instead I heard her voice as she spoke to me."I thought for now I would let you feel what a blow from my little cat o' nine tails felt like," she said. "It is supposed to sting without cutting the skin or doing any major damage," She told me. "I don't know if this will reassure you or alleviate your fear in any way, but I will leave you to think about your predicament, while I go and wash off my make up before undressing and joining.